Bea Meadows vs Miyata Haru

[Skybluejay]

Bea Meadows vs Miyata Haru

Match Type: Last man standing
Victory condition: Disqualification at 10 count

Bea meadows

Bea meadows would step out from the curtains and make her way down into the ring as the arena lights up and the spectators rile themselves up anticipating the start of a fight they payed to see. From here walking to the she would get her first good look at Myatu haru, and it was a brow-raising affair. The boy radiated the kind of doe eyed freshness that a first timer did, awkward from head to toe with baby fat shining through and an unsure determination. She felt a tinge of a blush looking at him.

Her opponent's form just seemed naturally meek in a way she just couldn't fully appreciate through her pregame scouring of what little records her fellow new recruit had from photos and videos, 'latecomer to the fighting scene, background in boxing, just one pound larger than herself, he got bullied in school apparently, cute. Meadows reprimands herself for that last one as being irrelevant to the task at hand. "Stop thinking in the clouds Bea, you're here to wail on this guy until he drops." she'd mouth to herself. Bea would climb in through the ropes and wait inside her corner sizing him up.

Cute or not the fact that he was still here to fight her in a brutal knockdown match in just a minute put a damper on that line of persuit about him.

After a quick time looking at the eye candy across the ring Bea realized she had been looking ever since she'd entered and cringes. Her mushier fancies evaporate away she quickly turtles up in a peekaboo boxing stance, inviting her opponent to take her up on the implicit offer. with the job at hand being clear. Bea strides ahead as the fight begins arms raised to pursue that familiar cold back and forth dance that she knew of as fighting.

[Zeva]

Moving nervously in his place and trying to remember what he had been training as well as what he studied about his rival Miyata suddenly felt a tremendous chill that gave him creeps, it was his rival, Bea Meadows, who was looking at him from a distance, not as someone looking at an opponent, but to a little prey, for an instant the young man felt like the mouse that has just seen an eagle coming for him.

The moments previous to the ring bell where like hours to Miyata, even if he had already a couple of bruises from his previous matches this opponent clearly was something more, just getting to the ring seemed like a feat and the seconds Bea looked into his eyes seemed eternal to him, but he didn't dare to look away, knowing that showing any weakness would be their downfall, following the bell the woman took a defensive stance, clearly inviting him to make the first movement.

Seeing the position of his rival Haru thought, naively, that he has a chance, so he approaches with an upright stance, trying to take advantage of the measly inch of difference in sizes, throwing repeated jabs with the left. He still would not dare to launch a strong blow for fear of a counterattack, he would only limit himself to throwing jabs unless she did not attack, in that case he would use a direct blow to try to reduce his guard.

[Skybluejay]

When Miyatu moves in with a jab from the left Bea bolts to intercept it by shifting her own arm into an outward slant to deflect the fist. Next, Stepping into the boy's guard Bea would plant a right step forwards to slip a fist of her own aimed at the pit of the boy's right arm in the expectation of him already being in the process of another swing at her from the right only it never actually comes to pass for Miyatu comes at her again with the same damn leftie jab as before again at point blank range and socking her in the gut. "Why would you do the same jab twice like that?" she'd say, angry at her opponent for getting through with a mediocre jab and angry at herself for failing to counteract it. "Why would you do the same jab twice like that?"

Bea wasn't of the mind to cuss over an exchange ending in a wash like that as she bit down on gritting teeth and hops back out of slugging range with her legwork primed to break her implicit boxing offer made from before with a backwards spinkick when her opponant gets around to an approach.

[Zeva]

When Miyata's second jab landed and his opponent hops back the boy thought his strategy was working, if he continued like this he could corner her and ... "Ungh!" Focused on the opponent's arms, he did not expect that kick, although he blocked it, the impact made him break his posture and take a couple of steps back, out of balance and with shaking arms.

[Skybluejay]

Bea's leg rebounds off of the young man's quick block. Noting how much a struggle that boy had with her kick as he backpeddles on unstable footing would light up to her like blood in the water. She'd it again but even harder. A spinning kick from a stationary position was one thing but now she''d go for a step above, she'd add her own forwards' momentum with a wide step, starting a roundhouse with the intent of landing it flush with her opponent's gut. Her opponent was the bag...The objective was to make that bag fucking swing. She would visualize herself ramming the sole of her foot straight at the bag, executing the hit with a yell.

As Miyata was finishing up with getting his ballence steady Bea would already be halfway through the considerable windup of her roundhouse. She would ram the sole of her foot straight at the boy's body. If she weren't feeling so self-conscious about it she would have admitted to herself that she didn't want to hurt the poor boy to badly..all the worse, he was just somestarry eyed skilless dolt. All the worse for her inner turmoils because she was still mad about the stinging mark left on her by the jab.

[Zeva]

The girl's eyes once again froze his spine and brain, Miyata's arms would not have gotten to block the kick even if her mind had been able to give the order.

Fear made the boy hold his breath, that he was just balancing back at the moment of the impact was nothing but a coincidence, and that he had hardened his guts expecting to be hit there, instinct; so beginner's luck allowed him to withstand the kick, which to Bea's surprise simply pushed him back a bit and surely did less damage than expected.

The boy quickly regained his boxing stance, this time he would try to perform a one-two combo: a straight jab to the face from there he, rotating the hips and pivoting off his rear foot, could launch a cross with his right hand, possibly one of the few boxing things he learned directly from his father, for an instant Miyata would seem, in the eyes of her rival, someone entirely else.

[Skybluejay]

The boy's torso felt like a wall of brick when her fist connects. "Huh?!" was all that Bea would get out before a Jab, much more refined than the probing love taps of before came at her face. Whatever had awoken in this docile young man in that moment was a broiling undercurrent, of what her opponant could one day become. Resorting to her trining to proetect herself Bea would raise her arms, expecting to block the next jab in that bizarre singled armed combo before getting walloped from the second blow planting itself into her face and flashing her world with white. It stung something fierce along Bea's jawline. She was forced to take evasive weaves to save herself from more blows like that one. Thinking that she had dangerously awoken a much greater fighter benith the surface she obiges the boy in boxing it out throwing jabs of her own. "where did you learn to fight like that!?" She'd ask between panting breaths.

[Zeva]

Although he had trained those punches a thousand times, the young man was still a bit surprised when his little combo actually worked, yet now he was somewhat undecided on what to do next, his opponent had adapted to his jabs before and, with the way she was moving, it would be really hard to hit her like that again.

While he still overthinking the girl ask about his training, to which Haru tries to answer "My... My father was a pro boxer he...", but that's the only thing he managed to say, as Bea's jabs begin to reach him, the speed difference is overwhelming and the boy's face is soon blown, his only reaction at the moment is to adopt a high guard and try to resist.

[Skybluejay]

in the zone, bea's concentration is cut into by the boy responding to her small talk. She looks at the boy while he started talking but her offence doesn't die down until it hits her that they both have the same kind of father. "I've got the same thing going on back home to. He taught me a lot of what I started out with."

Bea would glance away seeing some parallels to herself in him and then she grits her teeth as she would resolve herself to fighting right, its what any professional would do. "And no i am not going to let myself get all sentimental over you because of it!" she would see the boy going for a high guard and duck while slipping a step into him and kneeing the boy in the crotch as hard as she could and grips a cleched hand around his hair to throw him down into another. She'd feel sorry about the hit and was fuming that she was feeling that way.

[Zeva]

"I also had to learn a lot on my own 'cause he..." immersed in the conversation and with his defense still up, Haru saw Bea coming, so he quickly tighted his arms, thinking she was trying to smash his guard, but suddenly a sharp pain in the crotch reminded Haru that he wasn't in a kickboxing fight, with strict rules and stuff, he lamented with a muffled scream, as he lowered his guard.

Bea didn't miss the opportunity to grab him by the hair. "Ugh, let me go!" cried the young man trying to free himself, leaving his body exposed, only to receive another low blow immediately, this time he couldn't help but to fall on the ground into a fetal position.